Lyrics
[Intro]
Low smoke rising
Ash on the wind
Crow wing circling
Calling you in
[Verse 1]
Feet on the moss
Soft
But it remembers
Bones in the roots
Sleeping like embers
Red hand painted
High on the stone
You walk in circles
The forest brings you home
[Chorus]
Ho-ya
Ho-ya
Ay-ya-hey
Spirit in the hunting ground
Ho-ya
Ho-ya
Ay-ya-hey
Hear the old drums pound
Round and round and round
You found what never wanted to be found
[Verse 2]
Antlers on branches
Watch you from the black
Breath on your shoulder
But nothing at your back
Blood in the river
Dark in the sand
Ghost of the hunter
Taking your hand
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Stomp
Stomp
Hearts beat slow
Name of the last one
Nobody knows
Crow gives warning
You don’t turn
Now the painted earth
Takes what it is owed
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Soft drum fading
Tracks sink down
Forest closes
Over your sound
Ash in the wind
Circling round
You belong
To the hunting ground
Style
raw tribal chant over deep frame drumsshakersand low flutes. male vocalscall-and-response with a small groupheavy on stomps and hand percussion. verses are tense and hypnotic; chorus opens into a widebooming chant with layered group vocals and distant war-cries. final section strips back to drum and voiceleaving an uneasyechoing fade.electricnative american
Prompt
Generate song lyrics that speak about a dark power within a forest, leading wanderers to discover sinister and dark secrets of a past Native American hunting ground. Make it sound tribal no electric.
Credits
Prompt by
Zack18Nolan
Zack18NolanGeneratedJan 9, 2026
ModelAria v5
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